Bryn Mawr College - Bryn Mawr Yearbook (Bryn Mawr, PA)

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Cttlaaa ottg Tune — Tommy Atkins. Words by Helen Armstrong Howell. O, we hasten from the mountains and the shore, From the length and breadth of this, our wide domain, At the call of Bryn Mawr, thronging at her door; Though, alas, for some their trouble was in vain, The call of Bryn Mawr went throughout the land, ' Till all maidens longed to go and learn her lore. Some entered at these portals, closed to ordinary mortals, And we formed the glorious Class of 1904. Chorus: — Glorious Class of 1904, sing her praises every one, Till the knowledge of her greatness reaches even to the sun ! May her luck be never failing; May her course be straight and true. Dearest Class of all the Classes, Here ' s your daughters ' love to you. As we pass through four swift years of college life, May each one be more renowned than the last ; May our class be free from trouble and from strife, Till Commencement Day is done and all is past; Still the memory of the Class of 1904 Shall remain engraven on each separate heart; Our love for her will strengthen as the years, Though the stress of life should force us all apart. 1904, 1904, Hoorah! Bryn Mawr, Nineteen hundred and four.

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Telling us just what we mustn ' t, What to do and how to do it. Then their anger cooling slightly, They sent forth an invitation, Bidding us to a reception. Pleased we went there, each one meaning To be on her best behaviour; So when asked to sing together, Loud we lifted up our voices, Loud we sang in joyful chorus, Setting forth the many virtues Found in 1904, the mighty. Silently we wandered homeward, Wandered homeward through the shadows. Sadie Marie Briggs, Anne Knox Buzby. Tune— The Blue and the Gray. Words by AdELHEId Hecht. A class is here that we all must cheer Together and one by one. Never before has Bryn Mawr Had a class so full of fun. Watch us as we go a-rushing Through these very halls. Sophs would like to stop our brushing Along their guarded walls, But they find they cannot do it, Our class is far too strong; They know they cannot subdue it, Though they ' ve tried to all along. Then we ' ll cheer for our class, Hurrah for 1904, The finest yet to pass Through the precincts of Bryn Mawr.

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ilmtto (tetttuai ©rtnher 14, 1904 | AITING out there on the campus for our Juniors to appear, was very mysterious. To this day, I do not know just where we were — everything seemed so new and strange and different there. There were moments of secret anxiety lest the Juniors should not find us in the dark; and in order to inform them of our whereabouts and to dispel any doubts in their minds as to our identity, we cheered again and again for them and for ourselves. At last, with blaze of torches and showers of confetti, came the gay Carnival crowd, down the long avenue of maples. There rode the King of the Carnival in royal state, surrounded by his troop of subjects in their parti-colored garb; and in a moment our Class Chairman was crowned Queen and placed beside him. Merrily we marched up to the gym with our motley company of hosts, and, seated on the floor there, we watched tableaux, dances, and ballets, with an enthusiasm that grew and grew until it reached its culmina- tion as the final scene appeared. Here was 1902 ' s future European Fellow, a round-faced, happy little girl, planting the Class flower of 1904. By dint of industrious watering, the seed sprouted and grew surprisingly (we were reminded of the famous bean-stalk) until in a moment the vine had shot up to the gallery, where a huge bud burst into blossom and the 1904 banner appeared to our delighted gaze as the fruit of this remarkable plant. The sight of it, even that first time, brought a thrill of pride and loyalty to our hearts. After this, I hate to speak of our banner song. We had expected to receive our flag outdoors, so now in the gas-lighted gymnasium we sang : Oh say, can you see, by the light of the stars Did I say that we sang? Say rather, we squeaked; for the song was started so high that only a few brave spirits even attempted to reach the upper notes. It was, perhaps, with the memory of this early failure in their minds, that after the presentation of the lanterns in our Sopho- more year, 1902, gave their class cheer for 1904 ' s singing. Clara Cary Case.